A/N: OK, trying to get this written well and written fast. From the time that I've written this it has probably taken me about a month to update because I'm so slack. All right, I got your reviews…. and they weren't fantastic so I'm going to clean up my act and make the best ff that I possibly can. With in reason. Thanks to the people who wished me a happy birthday, that was nice of you.
Beta: The exuberantly camel-running Meowface.
Chapter 9: Harry
Remus Lupin had been sitting on the street curb for around half an hour. The sun was beginning to turn gold, illuminating the fluffy summer clouds, turning then all shades of pink. Remus loved sunsets, the beautiful simplicity, the melodic way they drifted around, proud of their colouring until darkness fell and they were hardly to be seen.
Pulling himself up, he staggered back to the house and moved slowly up the stairs.
"Hey Remus," Ron called as he opened his bedroom door. " Are you alright mate?"
"What—Ron, yes. Yes I'm fine thankyou. Awfully big day though. Full moon approaching, you know how it is."
" Well, sort of. I've only ever read about it—"
" That's the boy," he said jadedly, breaking him off at mid sentence and continued the slow ascent of the stairs to his room where he was sure he would find his mess the way he left it.
He stood outside the door. The pain he had caused himself and Sirius, the spirit. The trouble he had caused Dumbledore to come and fix this up. He had to feel responsible and come to terms that it wasn't ever going to work. He was going to keep missing him and he was going to keep remembering him until his life came to an end when the pain of loss would eventually cease.
He came into the room where Dumbledore was sitting beside Sirius. Remus wondered what it must be like to talk to someone who wasn't there, then remembering he had done it on numerous occasions decided that it wasn't much fun.
" Moony," Sirius said sitting up on the bed. "Where did you go?"
" Ah, I needed another… book. I nipped down to Diagon Alley for a bit."
" You and books," he said shaking his head, " you could never get enough of them."
"Still can't."
" Remus," Dumbledore began. " Sirius would like to visit Harry. I was going to take him alone, but you are most welcome to come now that you have returned from Diagon Alley."
Remus's mouth dropped and his breath got caught in his throat.
" Visit Harry?" he managed to choke out. Dumbledore nodded, as did Sirius.
"ARE YOU MAD?" he yelled. " HARRY CAN'T SEE HIM, WHAT'S THE POINT! HE MISSES HIS GODFATHER ENOUGH WITHOUT US BRINING HIS 16 YEAR OLD SPIRIT OVER THERE!"
"Settle down Remus," Albus soothed. " I think it a good idea. I think that it will help Harry, rather than make him feel worse."
Remus walked over and slumped on the bed. "And if it doesn't work? If it makes him feel worse?"
"Then there is a handy little spell called Obliviate," Dumbledore joked
"What if he is a bad state already, Albus? Merlin knows he's probably suffering already."
" You will be there Remus, I'm sure he'll be fine."
"I'm not so sure…"
"Well then, that settles it," Dumbledore cut in. " we will all go—"
" Oh? And how is Sirius going to get there?"
"Through the map," Dumbledore said approaching the desk. " Is this it?" he said picking up a very old piece of parchment that was frayed and torn in most areas. Remus nodded, that was the map. That was his map. That was Harry's map. It was the Marauders Map.
" The spell?"
Remus summoned the book from the desk and flipped to the page.
"Luos eh Tervre Serp," Sirius said then smiled. "That book has a lot of memories."
"Yeah, especially since you read it back to back to find the perfect spell to use," Remus said sarcastically. " I think the only memories that you have of this book is what you and James wrote on the margins."
Sirius chuckled. "Well, it was more interesting then reading the book anyway."
" Are you ready to cast the charm Remus?" Dumbledore asked levitating the map over to him.
Remus mumbled something incoherently and stole the map from its floating position. Taking a last long glance at Sirius, he cast the counter-curse.
" Redes ad consilium," he said in almost a whisper and pointed his wand at Sirius.
A light pink glow was emitted and he drew the string of light so it made contact with the map. There was a blaze of swirling colour and the sound that a young boy makes when being pulled by an invisible rope.
The colour settled and Remus sadly laid the map on the bed. Sighing, he pushed his greying hair from his face and stood up.
" Shall we apperate or go by Floo powder?" he asked.
" I heard that the Weasley's had tried to get into the Dursley's house by Floo powder and it was not far from disaster, so I think that we shall proceed to number 4 Privet Drive by apperation."
Remus nodded, knowing that this was going to cause as much fuss as the Floo powder incident did but he had a feeling that Dumbledore wanted just a little excitement to break up the monotony of the war.
"OK."
Dumbledore gathered the map and tucked it into an inner pocket of his robes and pulled out his wand. Remus collected his from the bed and before they popped out of the bedroom Remus wondered whether Mrs. Weasley would mind re-heating the dinner.
*
Remus Lupin and Albus Dumbledore landed safely on tiled kitchen floor with no substantial injuries to their knees from the shock. Since Remus had gotten his apperation licence he had always made a note to bend his knees before he landed. However the damage they missed out on from their landing, the screaming of the dried up horse faced sister of the lovely Lily Potter, Petunia Dursley, nearly burst their eardrums.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She shrieked, already aware that they must be freaks like her nephew. " GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Dumbledore opened his mouth to start to reason but was cut off by the man with the purple face and no neck who bellowed, " YOU SIR ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT WELCOME!"
Remus knew they were like this but still found it difficult to understand how Harry hadn't committed suicide under their roof. Of course, he was most happy that the thought hadn't seemed to cross his mind.
Dumbledore held his hand up and said in his most polite voice, " I am terribly sorry for the disruption but I am Albus Dumbledore and this is Remus Lupin and we have come to see Harry Potter."
" Of course you've come to see him," she hissed. " You're a freak like him! And I'm not sure how welcome you'll be up there he hasn't spoken to anyone since his return home."
Remus held his tongue as he was going to point out that Harry had only been home for 2 days and that he was sure Harry could find no possible ground that they could have a civilised conversation on. The two wizards nodded politely and headed up the stairs.
They were half way up and a thundering came from above. They stopped and looked intrigued and Dumbledore, quite pensively, paused and waited to see what was going to happen next as though a pack of hungry Hippogriffs were going to run past.
Unfortunately it was Dudley, the dunderhead of a son that the Dursleys had raised to be the fattest kid in Surry. He was at the top of the stairs and froze in his tracks, leaving his leg poised and his mouth wide open. Dumbledore smiled and continued up, commenting as he went.
" Fascinating creature…"
Remus chucked and followed him up.
They reached a closed door and stopped. Dumbledore stopped before it and knocked politely.
" Harry… Harry are you in there?"
There was a shuffling sound and Dumbledore tried again in the same soft, controlled way. The sound of footsteps neared the door then came a raspy voice of someone who had cried his throat dry answered:
" Professor Dumbledore? Is that you?"
" Yes it is Harry," he continued as the door was unlocked by Harry's password. It opened. " And—"
" Remus!" Harry said excitedly and ran forth as Remus enveloped him in a hug. Pushing Harry's messy hair that hadn't been cut for a while out of his eyes, he smiled at the young Gryffindor, feeling more sorry for him than he did for himself.
" How have you been doing Harry?" Remus asked as the three of the walked inside.
Harry flopped on the bed. " Terrible. I haven't slept…I can't eat, I'm a mess, but I guess you can see that."
" Just a little," Remus admitted, sitting next to his flopped form on the unmade bed amidst the messy room.
" What brings you here Remus, Professor?" he asked sitting up against the wall.
" Harry, I did something…I brought Sirius's spirit back through the marauders map and through my memory, he became physical, but only to my eyes. He can walk, talk do everything that he could do before. But he is 16, the age he was when the map was written. And…he has requested that he meet's you before we have to send him back."
Harry's eyes widened and with no other reaction he said suddenly, " Where is he?"
A/N: well, that was long and I don't think it took me a month to write… I'm on holidays now so I'll get a lot more done. But I'm going to Surfer's Paradise (in Queensland, in Aussie) for the 1st week…I'M GOING TO THE HARRY POTTER SIGHT AT MOVIE WORLD! YAY! And if Meowface is reading this, I know that I didn't get the end part 'bettered' but I hope it's ok and that I didn't make too many mistakes! Lol! I'll send u a postcard…well, c u around!
Phoenix
Beta: The exuberantly camel-running Meowface.
Chapter 9: Harry
Remus Lupin had been sitting on the street curb for around half an hour. The sun was beginning to turn gold, illuminating the fluffy summer clouds, turning then all shades of pink. Remus loved sunsets, the beautiful simplicity, the melodic way they drifted around, proud of their colouring until darkness fell and they were hardly to be seen.
Pulling himself up, he staggered back to the house and moved slowly up the stairs.
"Hey Remus," Ron called as he opened his bedroom door. " Are you alright mate?"
"What—Ron, yes. Yes I'm fine thankyou. Awfully big day though. Full moon approaching, you know how it is."
" Well, sort of. I've only ever read about it—"
" That's the boy," he said jadedly, breaking him off at mid sentence and continued the slow ascent of the stairs to his room where he was sure he would find his mess the way he left it.
He stood outside the door. The pain he had caused himself and Sirius, the spirit. The trouble he had caused Dumbledore to come and fix this up. He had to feel responsible and come to terms that it wasn't ever going to work. He was going to keep missing him and he was going to keep remembering him until his life came to an end when the pain of loss would eventually cease.
He came into the room where Dumbledore was sitting beside Sirius. Remus wondered what it must be like to talk to someone who wasn't there, then remembering he had done it on numerous occasions decided that it wasn't much fun.
" Moony," Sirius said sitting up on the bed. "Where did you go?"
" Ah, I needed another… book. I nipped down to Diagon Alley for a bit."
" You and books," he said shaking his head, " you could never get enough of them."
"Still can't."
" Remus," Dumbledore began. " Sirius would like to visit Harry. I was going to take him alone, but you are most welcome to come now that you have returned from Diagon Alley."
Remus's mouth dropped and his breath got caught in his throat.
" Visit Harry?" he managed to choke out. Dumbledore nodded, as did Sirius.
"ARE YOU MAD?" he yelled. " HARRY CAN'T SEE HIM, WHAT'S THE POINT! HE MISSES HIS GODFATHER ENOUGH WITHOUT US BRINING HIS 16 YEAR OLD SPIRIT OVER THERE!"
"Settle down Remus," Albus soothed. " I think it a good idea. I think that it will help Harry, rather than make him feel worse."
Remus walked over and slumped on the bed. "And if it doesn't work? If it makes him feel worse?"
"Then there is a handy little spell called Obliviate," Dumbledore joked
"What if he is a bad state already, Albus? Merlin knows he's probably suffering already."
" You will be there Remus, I'm sure he'll be fine."
"I'm not so sure…"
"Well then, that settles it," Dumbledore cut in. " we will all go—"
" Oh? And how is Sirius going to get there?"
"Through the map," Dumbledore said approaching the desk. " Is this it?" he said picking up a very old piece of parchment that was frayed and torn in most areas. Remus nodded, that was the map. That was his map. That was Harry's map. It was the Marauders Map.
" The spell?"
Remus summoned the book from the desk and flipped to the page.
"Luos eh Tervre Serp," Sirius said then smiled. "That book has a lot of memories."
"Yeah, especially since you read it back to back to find the perfect spell to use," Remus said sarcastically. " I think the only memories that you have of this book is what you and James wrote on the margins."
Sirius chuckled. "Well, it was more interesting then reading the book anyway."
" Are you ready to cast the charm Remus?" Dumbledore asked levitating the map over to him.
Remus mumbled something incoherently and stole the map from its floating position. Taking a last long glance at Sirius, he cast the counter-curse.
" Redes ad consilium," he said in almost a whisper and pointed his wand at Sirius.
A light pink glow was emitted and he drew the string of light so it made contact with the map. There was a blaze of swirling colour and the sound that a young boy makes when being pulled by an invisible rope.
The colour settled and Remus sadly laid the map on the bed. Sighing, he pushed his greying hair from his face and stood up.
" Shall we apperate or go by Floo powder?" he asked.
" I heard that the Weasley's had tried to get into the Dursley's house by Floo powder and it was not far from disaster, so I think that we shall proceed to number 4 Privet Drive by apperation."
Remus nodded, knowing that this was going to cause as much fuss as the Floo powder incident did but he had a feeling that Dumbledore wanted just a little excitement to break up the monotony of the war.
"OK."
Dumbledore gathered the map and tucked it into an inner pocket of his robes and pulled out his wand. Remus collected his from the bed and before they popped out of the bedroom Remus wondered whether Mrs. Weasley would mind re-heating the dinner.
*
Remus Lupin and Albus Dumbledore landed safely on tiled kitchen floor with no substantial injuries to their knees from the shock. Since Remus had gotten his apperation licence he had always made a note to bend his knees before he landed. However the damage they missed out on from their landing, the screaming of the dried up horse faced sister of the lovely Lily Potter, Petunia Dursley, nearly burst their eardrums.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She shrieked, already aware that they must be freaks like her nephew. " GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Dumbledore opened his mouth to start to reason but was cut off by the man with the purple face and no neck who bellowed, " YOU SIR ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT WELCOME!"
Remus knew they were like this but still found it difficult to understand how Harry hadn't committed suicide under their roof. Of course, he was most happy that the thought hadn't seemed to cross his mind.
Dumbledore held his hand up and said in his most polite voice, " I am terribly sorry for the disruption but I am Albus Dumbledore and this is Remus Lupin and we have come to see Harry Potter."
" Of course you've come to see him," she hissed. " You're a freak like him! And I'm not sure how welcome you'll be up there he hasn't spoken to anyone since his return home."
Remus held his tongue as he was going to point out that Harry had only been home for 2 days and that he was sure Harry could find no possible ground that they could have a civilised conversation on. The two wizards nodded politely and headed up the stairs.
They were half way up and a thundering came from above. They stopped and looked intrigued and Dumbledore, quite pensively, paused and waited to see what was going to happen next as though a pack of hungry Hippogriffs were going to run past.
Unfortunately it was Dudley, the dunderhead of a son that the Dursleys had raised to be the fattest kid in Surry. He was at the top of the stairs and froze in his tracks, leaving his leg poised and his mouth wide open. Dumbledore smiled and continued up, commenting as he went.
" Fascinating creature…"
Remus chucked and followed him up.
They reached a closed door and stopped. Dumbledore stopped before it and knocked politely.
" Harry… Harry are you in there?"
There was a shuffling sound and Dumbledore tried again in the same soft, controlled way. The sound of footsteps neared the door then came a raspy voice of someone who had cried his throat dry answered:
" Professor Dumbledore? Is that you?"
" Yes it is Harry," he continued as the door was unlocked by Harry's password. It opened. " And—"
" Remus!" Harry said excitedly and ran forth as Remus enveloped him in a hug. Pushing Harry's messy hair that hadn't been cut for a while out of his eyes, he smiled at the young Gryffindor, feeling more sorry for him than he did for himself.
" How have you been doing Harry?" Remus asked as the three of the walked inside.
Harry flopped on the bed. " Terrible. I haven't slept…I can't eat, I'm a mess, but I guess you can see that."
" Just a little," Remus admitted, sitting next to his flopped form on the unmade bed amidst the messy room.
" What brings you here Remus, Professor?" he asked sitting up against the wall.
" Harry, I did something…I brought Sirius's spirit back through the marauders map and through my memory, he became physical, but only to my eyes. He can walk, talk do everything that he could do before. But he is 16, the age he was when the map was written. And…he has requested that he meet's you before we have to send him back."
Harry's eyes widened and with no other reaction he said suddenly, " Where is he?"
A/N: well, that was long and I don't think it took me a month to write… I'm on holidays now so I'll get a lot more done. But I'm going to Surfer's Paradise (in Queensland, in Aussie) for the 1st week…I'M GOING TO THE HARRY POTTER SIGHT AT MOVIE WORLD! YAY! And if Meowface is reading this, I know that I didn't get the end part 'bettered' but I hope it's ok and that I didn't make too many mistakes! Lol! I'll send u a postcard…well, c u around!
Phoenix